Desolate Devouring Art

Chapter 666 - Strongest Attack

No one had expected the gentle Murong Yi to show such overbearing dominance. She usually had a warm demeanor, even when addressing junior disciples.

But today was different as she killed a member of the Lesser Blade Association without any hesitation. This left the other members of the Lesser Blade Association stunned into silence, not daring to speak. They still weren't aware of Qin Dao's death. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

After all, all the witnesses had been silenced by Liu Wuxie, and only the two knew about the Scattering Passion Powder.

"Qin Dao is dead, so you people better cooperate obediently or don't blame me for what will happen next," Murong Yi said. How could she not know how to manage people when she had managed the House of Tea Art for years? She had maintained a low profile since joining the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

"What? Qin Dao is dead?!" The Lesser Blade Association members were stunned, as though lightning had struck them. They couldn't accept Qin Dao's death.

"That's right. He's dead, and he will serve as an example if you people continue to aid evil," Murong Yi said as she pointed to the corpse on the ground. She held no regard for the Lesser Blade Association, especially after she learned of what they had done in the past.

The disciples who supported Lan Ling cheered upon hearing the death of Qin Dao. With Qin Dao gone, the Lesser Blade Association's collapse was inevitable.

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Liu Wuxie stood on the platform, surrounded by disciples from the three sects who formed into a massive combat formation.

"Everyone listen up. This is personal between me and the Heavenly Origin Sect, Indigo Cloud Gate, and the Azure Crimson Gate. Don't interfere unless you want to become my enemy," Liu Wuxie said as he swept his gaze around the Thorn Peak Valley.

Snowmen had appeared on several mountains, but they didn't approach and merely watched.

The Dugu Clan was initially planning on joining, but they halted after hearing Liu Wuxie’s warning.

The Sky Rift Valley, Transcendent Plume Gate, and the Demonic Heart Palace naturally wouldn't get involved. The Divine Sun Palace wasn't foolish enough to get involved as they were the weakest, and they would only become cannon fodders even if they got involved.

The Dugu Clan was the most likely to participate, as they had a compelling reason to get involved: avenging Dugu Yan.

"Liu Wuxie, even if you are cunning, do you think you can walk away in one piece?" Deng Yong said as he ascended the platform, releasing his aura in the Nascent Transformation Realm that enveloped the entire Thorn Peak Valley.

When Deng Yong revealed his cultivation at the second level of the Nascent Transformation Realm, it sent a wave of shock through the crowd. Bai Yuan followed, revealing an even stronger aura at the third level of the Nascent Transformation Realm.

With two experts in the Nascent Transformation Realm and hundreds in the Astral River Realm, even someone in the fourth level of the Nascent Transformation Realm would struggle against them.

"Enough talk, make your move!" Liu Wuxie couldn't be bothered to waste time with these people, and they could only resolve their feud through a fight.

The disciples from the other sects scattered around, fearing they might be implicated in the fight. After all, Liu Wuxie wouldn't be able to differentiate friends from enemies once the fight began, and he would kill anyone he saw.

"Senior Brother Qu Yang, did you foresee this clash?" asked a disciple from the Demonic Heart Palace. Just the day before, they had thought he’d chosen the worst vantage point, but it had turned out to be the best, offering them a perfect view of the unfolding battle.

Qu Yang merely replied with a smile and said nothing.

As the disciples from the other sects scattered, the central region of Thorn Peak Valley was cleared, providing plenty of room for the fight.

The icy wind howled through the valley, and snowflakes fell. It didn't take long before the Thorn Peak Valley became a vast ocean of white.

The higher echelons from the ten major sects and the second-tier sects outside began to grow restless. After all, the past two days had been terrifyingly calm, with a few deaths.

The intact state of Liu Wuxie's soul tablet was unsettling news for the Heavenly Origin Sect, Indigo Cloud Gate, and Azure Crimson Gate. While the three sects had endured heavy losses, the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion had managed to keep its casualties remarkably low.

Meanwhile, Dugu Shan remained silent following Dugu Yan’s death. Observing the current trend, he could see the looming danger of the Dugu Clan slipping further in the rankings.

"Why can't I shake away this restlessness? What's going on in there? Why has it been so quiet?" asked an elder from the Azure Crimson Gate, anxious as his grandson was among the disciples inside.

The ten major sects' upper echelons couldn't sense the cold even when the snow grew heavier.

A pile of white was on Liu Wuxie's shoulder as he stood amidst the falling snow.

Far away, Murong Yi and Xu Lingxue stood together, gazing at the Thorn Peak Valley. The distance was too great to discern; everyone could only see vague outlines.

"Big Sister Murong, you seem very worried about Big Brother Liu," Xu Lingxue said. Through this incident, she had changed her form of address for Liu Wuxie. She no longer called him Wuxie but Big Brother Liu instead.

When she turned her head slightly, she saw Murong Yi's eyes filled with concern. This concern went beyond the care between fellow disciples and held a deeper meaning that mirrored her own—the concern between two lovers.

"He saved my life; it's only natural for me to care about him," Murong Yi smiled as she turned around to look at Xu Lingxue.

Even though both women smiled, the worry hidden behind their expressions was unmistakable. If the opportunity arose, neither would hesitate to stand by Liu Wuxie’s side and fight alongside him.

The massacre began when Deng Yong gave the order, and Shen Ling charged into the battlefield first. He took out the Extreme Yang Rope, which flew like a golden streak, coiling around Liu Wuxie's waist.

Shen Ling was confident in the Extreme Yang Rope. Since it could restrain Liu Wuxie once, he believed it could succeed again. This was the reason why he charged first, eager to prove himself.

However, the Extreme Sun Rope shattered before everyone's eyes, leaving Shen Ling frozen.

The other Indigo Cloud Gate disciples were also left dumbfounded. The Extreme Sun Rope was comparable to an origin artifact, but Liu Wuxie snapped it so easily.

At this moment, Shen Ling finally knew why Deng Yong had slapped him. They had all fallen for Liu Wuxie's ploy, who pretended that he was crippled.

But why had no one discovered it, including Bai Yuan and Deng Yong? They had personally examined Liu Wuxie's dantian and concluded that it had been shattered.

"His strength has multiplied over a dozen times since the frozen lake," Zhou Ge muttered, looking at Liu Wuxie.

The prodigies of the Southern Province, who once stood proud, now paled in comparison to Liu Wuxie.

When the Heretic Blade descended, Shen Ling froze, unable to take another step forward. His body slowly shattered into a storm of blood and flesh. This was a payback for the disrespect he had shown Liu Wuxie.

The disciples of the three sects were shocked to see how Liu Wuxie killed someone in the pinnacle of the Astral River Realm with one strike.

"What are you all waiting for? Attack!" Bai Yuan commanded, realizing Liu Wuxie's strength was far beyond everyone's imagination.

Over four hundred disciples from the three sects moved in unison, activating the formation they had rehearsed for days. The battle formation evaporated the snowflakes around them, creating a vacuum-like stillness.

The ground erupted with a thunderous force, and rocks were reduced to dust. This was a shocking scene that looked like an apocalypse. The spectating disciples held their breaths, afraid to miss a single moment.

A battle of this magnitude was unprecedented. Never before in the thousands of years of the Southern Province had so many Astral River Realm cultivators united to take down a single man.

The battle formation carried crushing momentum toward Liu Wuxie like an unstoppable juggernaut. Bai Yuan and Deng Yong were at the core of the battle formation, commanding it.

Immense, suffocating power filled the air, sending massive boulders flying across the platform, hurtling toward Liu Wuxie.

Hundreds of swords combined to form a steel torrent, appearing just ten feet from Liu Wuxie. If he didn’t act quickly, the onslaught would rip him apart.

The strength of the attack was overwhelming. Bai Yuan and Deng Yong stood at a distance, holding array flags in their hands and calculating everyone's move.

Liu Wuxie raised the Heretic Blade to the sky, assuming the True Strike stance. He had never unleashed the technique to its full extent, having only tapped into a fraction of its power in the past. The true potential of the True Strike was devastating, possessing the capability to shatter the world itself.

Liu Wuxie closed his eyes and entered a profound state. The mysterious grey figure appeared in his mind, swinging his blade. Whenever the blade was swung, it would unleash unimaginable power.

The incoming attack got closer, and Liu Wuxie would die if he didn't retaliate soon.

When Liu Wuxie mustered all his power, his eyes shot open, and he roared, "True Strike!"

He would let everyone witness the true power of the True Strike today, a technique that could split the sky, sun, moon, stars, and everything in the world.

The sky was torn apart, and a black rift appeared, spreading and extending alongside Liu Wuxie's blade. It was visible even from far away.

Although those outside the barrier couldn’t grasp the details of the battle, they could see the sudden emergence of the black rift cutting through the heavens.

The snowmen standing on the surrounding mountains tensed in fear. They could feel the immense power of the strike as the black rift descended in an instant, repeatedly fracturing the space around it.

"This is bad!" The disciples charging over instantly realized what was going on, and the power of this blade strike was over ten thousand times stronger than they had imagined. Not dozens of times, but over ten thousand times.

Everyone had severely underestimated Liu Wuxie's strength.

"Die!" Liu Wuxie's voice boomed like a reaper as he swept through the Thorn Peak Valley. The disciples from the three sects began to explode into crimson mist, their blood raining down in the valley.

A powerful shockwave was unleashed as the blade continued to descend, stopping the disciples of the three sects from taking another step forward.

Liu Wuxie, standing alone, managed to stop over four hundred disciples, shattering their perceptions of power. They couldn't fathom the extent of his strength, and their confidence wavered under the weight of his presence.

At that moment, Liu Wuxie appeared like a god of destruction—an incarnation of a god of war.

Words failed to capture the magnitude of his strike. The surrounding sky darkened as though the blade had stolen all the light.